
MWAH!

BATS AND BALLS
Don't y'all get your hopes up for the Baltimore Orioles to come into town. If y'all read the paper from that city, Vero is competing with a few other Florida towns -
"On Tuesday, the Lee County (Fla.) commissioners approved an agreement with the Boston Red Sox to build a new facility for the team in Fort Myers. If the Red Sox approve the deal, that would leave Fort Lauderdale, Sarasota, Vero Beach and Fort Myers - the complex that the Red Sox currently train in would become vacant with Boston's move - as potential suitors for a team and the Orioles as the only club looking for a spring training home."
...Please let us know if you are parked legally. The Beach House guest who sent this photo to Miss Vero "thought it interesting that "handicapped parking" is also inclusive for "mentally handicapped" and indicated that the vehicle in question does indeed belong to the Supervisor of Elections. If so, is it an entitlement indicator or will it be regarded as just another "oops"moment?:
When something fabulous happens in Vero, y'all know that Miss Vero is gonna hear about it. But when the story of a server being tipped $1,500 comes our way y'all know we had to find out more. Seems that this gratuity was 100% of the bill for a party of 12 "friends", at a famous and old time establishment on the beach this past weekend. But that's not all kids.
Yes It's true! Miss Vero has invited a guest blogger today, who you may or may not know. Perhaps, y'all might disagree with him or cheer him on while you're reading. One thing is for sure, he's got a whole lot of local media history to share, which explains some of why VeroBeach is in the"dead zone" when it comes to news coverage.
And we were so looking forward to downtown Friday! Another chance to see and hear our new favorite local band "Sleepin Dogz":
Gubna Charlie came to Barefoot Bay about an hour ago to hand out recovery checks to Brevard, Volusia and Saint Lucie counties for damages resulting from Tropical Storm Fay. Thank you to our Supreme Sebastian Source for takin this photo and sending it to us, while the event was happening. Isn't technology amazin, kids?MWAH!

Ayright y'all, now Miss Vero has seen everything! A Red Hat luncheon at Earl's Hideaway! Just snapped this photo while we were headed up to Sebastian to meet the Secret Squirrel for lunch. Didn't want to get too close, lest they suck us into their evil Red Hat Cult!
Sebastian used to be one good time party place and it seems like they're not gonna give up that reputation anytime soon. Right next to Earl's the new location of the already popular Pig and Whistle Pub fits right in along the slow moving, pedestrian friendly Indian River Drive.
And now our Supreme Sebastian Source tells us that another party friendly hot spot might become a new neighbor. Rumor has it that Lou's Blues, a club on the beach in Indiatlantic is lookin to take over the old Hurricane Harbor spot, just south of Hiram's.
http://www.lousbluesupstairs.com/
Miss Vero has been to Lous Blues many a time and we can tell y'all that they're so not famous for being on the beach (cause y'all can't see it at night) as they are for having live music 7 nights a week. So with Hiram's booking some national acts and Earl's getting into the big stage business, will Lous Blues complete the set? Looks like Sebastian might keep it's party town reputation after all.
Who woulda ever expected to see Earl's getting classy? Now if only somebody could please get Damien Gilliams to clean up his waterfront properties? We honestly haven't been payin any attention to Sebastian politics for a very long time, but here it is 'bout ten or so years since we've checked in and Damien is still Sebastian's red headed stepchild. At least the man's consistent.
WHAT'S UP IN WABASSO? On our way back from lunch, we thought we'd scoop up some treats from The Fresh Mozzarella Company in Wabasso. As we pulled up we spied a small sign in the window saying that they were finally taking a vacation - in August, but a hand written sign on the door simply said "They're Gone!". A quick peek in the window confirmed an empty store.
Left Wabasso to travel further south to vote at the Indian River Library, but couldn't find a parkin spot! Way too many cars with LOAR stickers parked out front. And Sheriff wanna-be-probably-gonnabe, Mr. Loar himself in the parking lot with Mrs. Bob Solari, checkin out a fender of a car that mighta been just scraped a little. Never did get to park, so we'll try again another day. Heck, almost happy hour anyway...
MWAH!
Got a little tip over the weekend from our favorite South Beach Queen, who follows all things Miss Gloria, that the Latin diva would be in town this weekend at the Costa d'Este, to shoot a spread for People magazine. With this inside info y'all think that Miss Vero would be rushin right on over there to one of our favorite tropical spots, but no hunnies, we are not in the habit of chasin celebrities down (as we hear other local media types are actively doing). Having known many celebrities over the years we completely understand the need for privacy and usually do not hang around - unless of course we are invited.


Hey y'all, we left yesterday's post up a little extra long so that maybe some of those numbers would sink in. Just one more reason to keep the al-kee-haul flowin.
MWAH!

To get y'all started on the week, Miss Vero has pulled together a mess of news stories about Vero that somehow didn't make to our local raggette.
Today, in honor of National Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Miss Vero brings y'all the tale of a Miss B. Haviors Tata's and the shameful way that the help is treated by clueless elitists. We present this story at the risk of never being allowed to be in the Royal presence of the du Roselands again!Here's to hoping that Mr. Loar is as good a sport as our previous favorite bubba for Sheriff, Captain Bill McMullen and that he doesn't mind being featured in the company of some Boobies and Tatas!
MWAH!


As always, the Epicenter of Cool - Undertow and our fabulous hostess Miss Kitty, brought out some fun folks on Sunday afternoon for October Fest. Miss Vero just loves meeting new and interesting people and this was the perfect party for that. What a great mix! - from our favorite Flight Safety flyboys, to a world travelin sailing couple recently back to Vero after 5 months on the high seas, to Kevin Sawnick, a young politician running for Vero Beach City Council:
Come children, gather round, Miss Vero is gazing into our political crystal ball with our friend in the state capital, The Tallahassee Tipster, who has a few predictions to make.When Miss Vero asked about the possibility of Dr. Neal Abarbanell being elected, and didn't he have a good point by asking why a candidate needs a $350,000+ campaign coffer to win a $115,000 a year job? http://www.tcpalm.com/news/2008/oct/03/neal-abarbanell-money-doesnt-make-candidate/ (correction- a $32,000 a year job - that's even worse!)
The Tallahassee Tipster just laughed and said that the Greedy Ole Party would do everything that they could to see that a Democrat would not have that seat.
Time will tell, if The Tallahassee Tipster is right.
Now maybe y'all don't care that much about local politics, but maybe y'all should. After all, those taxes paid and your right to vote should count for something.
As strange as it seems, Miss Vero and Mr. Palmer are enjoying an odd relationship. Mr. Palmer mentioned Miss Vero on his show yesterday and that put a little smile on our face. Of course y'all know that there's probably nothing that Mr. Palmer and Miss Vero agree on, sure nuf not politics and certainly not religion, but Mr. Palmer is a gentleman and he makes us laugh and has turned out to be a very good sport about all our vinegar veined posts about him. So when he asked us to post his video (which he is very proud of) until election day, we agreed. This is the updated newly edited version on the bottom of the page, but if y'all want, y'all can still see the rough cut on the September 16th post. We still think it's hee-larious and maybe there is somethin we agree on after all - we're sick of politics too, Rhett.
